They collected Teyla and Ronan between one transporter and the next. Despite occasional backtracking and only going off-course twice, Rodney led them across the city, out onto the east pier and then down increasingly steep sets of stairs. Elizabeth had lost track of how deep they had descended when they paused for another break.

The general glanced at the stairway rising up into the dimness above. “Oy. So, what do you think is down here?”

“Hard to say, general. It’s probably something left behind by the Ancients. We haven’t explored much of this pier yet.”

“You’ve been here, how long?” O'Neill asked incredulously.

“Ballast tanks haven’t been high on the list of places to go,” sniped Rodney.

The general’s lips twitched with amusement. “I’m just saying, it’s handy to know what’s in your own backyard.”